Let Me Read You In — His to Haunt

Welcome to Let Me Read You In, where you can hear a chapter of my novels before choosing which world you want to enter.

This is His to Haunt, a reincarnation romance, by me, Tierra Cox.

If this chapter catches you, you can find the full book on Amazon or Noir Pages. (starting July 10)

Now, let me read you in.

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Welcome to Let Me Read You In, and this is my Vows of Possession series, a dark romance collection of standalone novels connected by the same world. Each story begins with one paragraph, that's the invitation, and the full chapter, that's the trap. You're about to listen to His to Haunt, a supernatural dark romance about reincarnation, obsession, bloodlines, and a love story that refuses to stay buried. Celeste Monroe thinks her life is ordinary until her past lives begin clawing their way back to the surface. Alright, you know the drill. Let me read you in. My phone rings and I shake my head as I answer. How can I help you, sir? Careful with your address, dearest, Alaric's voice is velvet. Too many sirs and I shall begin to suspect you seek a particular sort of treatment. A low chuckle follows. How was your work day? I can't stop myself from smiling. He's far too handsome and far too good at conversation. Calm down, Celeste. You've known this man for a single day. It was great. I got a raise and a title change, and I'm going to see you tomorrow. A pleased hum drifts down the line. You are going to see me, and I, fortunate man that I am, will see you. His voice dips like silk over gravel. Aren't we a lucky pair? One could say that. I rub my feet together under the covers. Which reminds me. How'd you know I was in bed? Alaric laughs low and warm and it stirs low in my belly. I knew you'd ask. But really, Celeste, it is nine in the evening. You are a working woman, you've had a long day. Where else would you be? There's a pause, and then a sly shift in his tone. Unless of course you're lying there with a laptop. I would advise against that. Really? The urge to flirt takes over. And what are you going to do? Take it from me? Order me to rest my eyes? A soft, dangerous hum. Celeste, there are many things I might persuade you to do, but I suspect you're a sensible woman who will obey without the need for force. Before I can answer, he continues. Your raise. Allow me to offer my sincerest congratulations, and tomorrow I shall give you a proper commendation. Oh, that's sweet. My smile is stretching Cheshire wide. You don't have to. I wish to, he replies simply. Now, you're in bed, comfortable, I trust, what comes next? I shrug, though he can't see me. Watch whatever's on TV, maybe put on some ASMR and fall asleep. Ah autonomous sensory meridian response, Alaric muses. You enjoy the deep, quiet voices, the faint scratches of static to ease you into slumber. I like the massage sounds and hair play. I turn on my back staring at the ceiling. I like speaking to Alaric. He scratches something at the base of my brain, a memory I can't place. He feels familiar. His voice lowers to a near whisper. A massage together? I chuckle. You're already planning our second date? If I'm to be frank, my dear Miss Munro, I have planned our engagements for the next month. Two each week, unless of course you wish to see me more often. I haven't seen you once, Alaric. Are you so sure I'll fall head over hills? Let's see how he handles that. A slow breath over the line. Miss Munro, you doubt my intentions, though you know me scarcely at all. Yet I know what I desire, and what fascinates me, that is you. You have already captured my intention entirely, and I'm certain that when you are mine you will only wish I had acted sooner. Usually a speech like that would have earned anyone else an arched brow and a mental sure buddy. But it's that feeling that I know him somehow, the aura he has, I like it. Wanna make a bet? Since he's playing it this way. Alaric chuckles. It's been many years since I wagered with coin. Shall that be the game? No, I laugh. Not money. He talks like he's from the nineteenth century, I adore it. And what would you stake? Celeste? His voice slides over my skin. Surely a woman of your caliber is not seeking to tempt me with something carnal. What if I am? I blurt, and mentally curse myself. We were having a perfectly normal conversation. A soft hum. Then I am inclined to agree. Name your terms. If you can get me to go on a month's worth of dates, I'll send you something very nice. I know exactly what I mean by very nice, he probably does too. Hmm. Then let us raise the stakes. I'm gay. By the end of tomorrow night you'll kiss me of your own accord, because you'll want to, and when you do, I shall give you something worth your surrender. I laugh. How is that a bet? I win either way. Do you? His voice curls around me. Then all the more reason to accept. Deal. Deal. Alaric echoes. Sleep well, my dearest. Dream of me. Yes. Good night, Alaric. We hang up, and I'm still smiling at the ceiling like an idiot. I'll try my best, but that kiss? I want it. Either way. That was your first foray to his to haunt. Some love stories survive death. Some monsters survive by refusing to let go. Well, one paragraph is the invitation. The full chapter is the trap. You can find the paper back on Amazon, and starting July 10th, you'll be able to find the ebook exclusively on Noir pages. Well, I'll see you soon.